Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Autograph my Hoodie Please?

Prologue – BLEACH 279. Jugulators
The wind drifted slowly across the white sands of Hueco Mundo. Suddenly, waves of spiritual energy clashed off each other in the distance. A low rumble echoed throughout Hueco Mundo. Two figures, a shinigami and arrancar, clashed swords again and again, fighting each other to the death. The arrancar suddenly began to charge his cero in his left hand. The shinigami quickly struck his sword at the arrancar's palm.
“Getsuga...”
But the arrancar was clever and quickly responded. He threw his sword at a nearby pillar and charged a cero in his right hand. The shinigami barely had time to respond as the cero finally went off.
--BOOOOM!!--
Smoke and debris filled the air and sky as the arrancar stood in midair. A sinister laugh rang everywhere.
“Excellent!! That's what I've been waiting for! To crush you with everything I've got!”
His fierce blue eyes pierced the shinigami as the smoke cleared.
“Isn't  it the same for you?! Well? Ichigo Kurosaki!!”
The smoke surrounded the orange-haired shinigami as he stared tat the arrancar.
“No. I didn't come to fight you, Grimmjow.”
Grimmjow growled as he yelled, “Don't lie! Admit it! You want to kill me! I hurt your friends! You know you want to rip me apart!”
Grimmjow's intense eyes squinted at Ichigo. “I would if I were you.”
Grimmjow slowly brought his hand to his chest and pointed at the scar Ichigo gave him a while back. “Don't you know why... I kept this scar?” 
His hand drifted up to his neck and pointed at it. 
“Now I'm gonna slit your throat... AND SHOW YOU WHO'S STRONGER!” laughed Grimmjow as he swiftly draw an imaginary line across his neck, as if he really meant those words.
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BLEACH 280 Jugulators 2
Panthera lay still, stuck in a red pillar. As swift as that, a hand grabbed the sword's hilt and flipped to land on the pillar's side. His blue hair swayed with the wind as he did another back flip and landed on top of the pillar. Ichigo gripped Tensa Zangetsu and was prepared to strike any minute. Grimmjow just stared at him. “...What's that look?” 
Grimmjow growled as he continued, “Maybe you really don't want to kill me. Pathetic.”
Ichigo glared at him. “What?”
Grimmjow frowned. As he prepared to sonido to strike Ichigo from behind, he felt it. That spiritual pressure. Nothing he ever felt before. He look back at Ichigo and saw that he noticed it too. The spiritual pressure was getter closer and closer. He just can't sense which way it's coming from.
“WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! LOOK OUT!!!”
Grimmjow swiftly turned around and a large object fell smack-dab right into Ichigo's face. It must have fell from the sky... The crash caused more smoke to filled the air.
“What the hell...?” muttered Grimmjow, trying to see the object looked like. As the smoke cleared, Grimmjow was surprised to see the thing on Ichigo was a teenage girl, probably sixteen or seventeen. Her skin was a chocolate brown color and her eyes were the shade of mocha. Her shoulder length dark brown hair matched her complexion. She wore a grey long-sleeved hoodie with jean shorts and sneakers.
“Ugh... what happened?” asked the girl as she staggered to stand up. Ichigo followed suit. 
“ What the hell were y....... Kimberly?”
Kimberly turned around and saw Ichigo staring at her.
“Ah! Ichigo!”
Kimberly suddenly glomped Ichigo and continued to squeeze the life out of him.
“Um....... Kim?”
“Oh! Sorry about that!” Kimberly let go and Ichigo took deep breaths to steady himself.
“What are you doing here, Kim?”
“Ah! Ha ha, by accident, I wish myself where you were...”
“You got to be more careful how you use that power of yours,” Ichigo said as he scowled.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” giggled Kimberly.
Grimmjow could not believe it! How dare Ichigo talk to some girl, in the middle of their fight too! Grimmjow gripped Panthera as he readied himself to strike.
“OH MY GOSH!! IT'S HIM!! IT'S REALLY HIM!!!”
Grimmjow almost jumped at the sudden outburst. He looked down and saw that the teen girl was staring and pointing at him. What's the matter with her?
“Oh c'mon, Kimberly! You can't seriously be doing this now?!” Ichigo said, sweat dropping.
“Oh shut up! This is a golden opportunity!” said Kimberly as she clapped her hands. She jumped, yes jumped, landed right in front of Grimmjow. Grimmjow took a step back, his face surprised.
'How the hell did she jumped THAT far?!' 
Kimberly dug into her pockets and took out a black marker.
“Can you autograph my hoodie?!” she exclaimed as she handed him the marker. Grimmjow stared at her, dumbfounded. He almost broke the marker in two.
“Please? I'll promise I'll leave,” she said, putting her hands together and smiling at him. Grimmjow hesitated. He could cut this girl in half, but the jump and spiritual pressure earlier made him thought otherwise. He sighed and mumbled, “Where?”
Kimberly gasped in excitement and turned her back to him. “On my back.”
Grimmjow quickly signed his name and handed Kimberly her marker.
“Thank you Grimmjow!” squealed Kimberly as she hugged him.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay you can get off me now-------”
His words were cut short when Kimberly pressed her lips lightly on his cheek. Grimmjow felt his face get hot.
“I'll see you later then!” Kimberly said as she let go of Grimmjow and waved at him. Grimmjow just stared at her, blushing lightly. Kimberly jumped down and landed beside Ichigo.
“Bye, Ichigo!”
“Um....... bye Kim,” said Ichigo, sweat dropping. 
Kimberly took one last look at Grimmjow and shunpoed away.
There was silence between the two.
“Heh, you got a kiss.”
A vein appeared on Grimmjow's forehead.
“Shut up.”
“Admit it, you like her.”
“ I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” yelled Grimmjow as he sonidoed behind Ichigo and stuck him with his Panthera.
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“Hey Kim!” cried Megan as she saw Kimberly walked through the school gates.
“Oh. Hey.”
“Nice sweater. Who signed it?”
“Oh this?” Kimberly pointed at the signature. “Grimmjow signed it.”
“That guy from Bleach? Yeah right,” laughed Megan.
“For reals! I hugged him and everything!”
“Ha! What you do? Travel between dimensions?” giggled Megan as she walked away.
Kimberly smiled. “Yeah. Something like that...”
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Wow! I thought this story was great! :D The idea came from when I was in class and I was wonderin, 'What would it be like if I met Grimmjow?” So that idea became a one-shot story. >:D I inserted Bleach chapters 279 and 280. Oh and the girl, Kimberly, that's me of course. What Ichigo meant when he said, “You got to be more careful with your powers.” Kimberly has the power to travel between dimensions and bring still drawn characters and objects to life. Okay I'm finish now... Time to sleep.... snooooooze...


DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again

“I don't know why I let you drag me along,” I scowled as Rangiku pulled me closer and closer to some club called, Club Mirage.
“Don't be a party pooper, Ichigo! You barely go out and everyone else is already in line, waiting!” smiled Rangiku.
I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one, so I gave in. We got closer to the line and I was surprised. When Rangiku said everyone's waiting, she practically brought the whole gang with her.
“Thanks for saving our spot, Shuunei!”
“Heh, no problem.”
We didn't wait long. A bunch of people came out, laughing and talking, and the security guard started to let people in. All of us went inside and I can hear the music blasting throughout the club.
Antes Que Me Vaya Dame Un Beso
(Solo Quiero Un Beso Ma)
Se Que SoƱare Con Tu Regreso
Mi Vida No Es Igual 
Ahora Que Te Perdi
Como Te Voy A Olvidar
Como Te Voy A Olvidar
(Solo Dime Como Yo Te olvido Ma )
Como Te Voy A Olvidar
(Solo Dime Como Yo Te olvido Ma )
Como Te Voy A Olvidar
(Mundial)
The club was packed. Everyone was dancing even though the song was coming to a end.

Te Vere Al Final Del Camino
Te Vere Al Final Del Camino
Si Asi Lo Quiere El Desitno
Llego La Despedida En Contra de Nuestra Voluntad 
Ahi Que Decir Adios
People started to scream all kinds of songs they wanted next. The DJ laughed and touched a few buttons on the touch screen stereo set.

Usher (yeah man)
People started to cheer and continued their dancing. I pushed my way through the crowd and found myself at the bar.

So we back in the club
Get that body, rockin from side to side (side to side)
Thank God the week is done
I feel like a zombie gone back to life (back to life)
I saw Toshiro and Rukia sitting down, so I went over to greet them.
“Hey guys.”
Rukia looked up and smiled.
“Hey Ichigo.”
“Any one of you guys seen Dawn?”
Rukia pouted and Toshiro looked up.

Hands up, and suddenly we all got our hands up
No control of my body
Ain’t I seen you before?
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
“Yeah, she text me saying she'll be here in a few minutes.”
I nodded and sat next to Rukia.
“So, you never been to a club before?”
I looked at Rukia

Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
“Why do you ask?” I smirked.
“I don't know...Maybe because you're not out there, dancing...” said Rukia as she drank her martini.
“Look who's talking,” I snorted.

Keep downing drinks like this
Not tomorrow that just right now, now, now, now, now, now
Gonna set the roof on fire
Gonna burn this mother fucker down, down, down, down, down, down
Rukia smiled. “Well since we're both sitting down, how about we both dance?”
“I...I don't know...”
“Just two friends dancing. Please?”
“...Okay. Just one dance...”

Hands up, when the music drops
We both put our hands up
Put your hands on my body
Swear I seen you before
I think I remember those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Neon colors and flashing white lights decorated the club as Rukia pulled me to the dance floor.
'It's only a dance. Nothing personal,' I thought to myself.

Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
As soon as Rukia pulled me to the middle of the crowd, she started to shake her hips to the beat. I usually don't dance, but watching Rukia sway her hips left to right, I caught on pretty quickly.
[PITBULL]
In the cover of the music
Get naked baby
I’m sorry chica
Better holla at Tyrone
Rukia moved closer to me so that we were a least a foot apart. I started to heat up slighty, but I didn't mind.

Let him know how I jump through your foot loop
Scolla chico two can
We’re from the blocka blocka o polaca
Were the boys get loose like wacka flacka
“You dance pretty good!” Rukia shouted over the music.
“You too!” I shouted back

Oh no man, it’s global
Was’ up
Colale flacka
I wanna be your giant, no not your dada
Rukia grabbed my hands and moved them to her hips as she turned around. I don't know why I didn't stop her from doing that.

Dale abre ai
Papa Nicholas baby
Let me see
Yo soi un Jaunito
Que stato taito
Yo freco, no OK
I noticed that Rukia has turned to face me and she was smiling brightly at me. I returned the smile and before I can stop from what I was doing, I was leaning toward her.

Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
Rukia didn't hesitate when I began to lean in. She closed her eyes and leaned in as well.

Yeah, baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
So dance, dance, like it’s the last, last night of your life, life
Gonna get you right
Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again
What I didn't notice was the devastated look on Dawn's face when my lips connected with Rukia's.
Yeah, thank you DJ
///END///
The first song is La Despedida by Daddy Yankee and the second is DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again by Usher feat. Pitbull.

Mi Nina Bonita

Mi Nina Bonita

“I'm so bored...” I mumbled, brushing my blue green hair out of my hazel eyes.
Sitting in Ichigo's room is not my ideal vision for fun.
“Stay here while I run a quick errand.” I remember what Ichigo said. 
I sighed.
I could go outside..... if it wasn't so damn hot out there. Luckily, it was nice and cool inside the room. Just when I plopped myself on the bed, my eye caught something underneath Ichigo's desk.
A radio!
“Yes!” I thought. Good thing I brought my favorite CD with me. I grabbed my knapsack, pulled out a CD, popped it in the radio, and changed it to song number 4. The song started to play and I started to moved with the beat. The singers, two guys, started speaking in spanish, saying their names and the name of the song. Sudden;y, I heard the front door slam and the yell, “ICHIGO!!” was heard. I paused the song and heard a thump, then a crash.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
“YOU DOGDE DADDY'S SPIN KCIK?! YOU MAKE ME PROUD, SON!”
“GET AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!”
I heard another crash and giggled. Isshin was pretty funny The way he expresses his love through his craziness. You got to love the part of him.
The bedroom swung open and Ichigo walked in, pissed. I laughed at him.
“Calm down, Ichigo. Don't blow a fuze now.”
Ichigo scowled at me. “Whatever, Nel.” Ichigo then saw the radio on his desk.
“So, what were you doing?” he asked as he sat next to me on the bed.
“Well... I was going to sing, but I was TRULY interrupted by someone...” I trailed off.
“It wasn't me if THAT'S what you're saying!”
“Did I SAY your name, Berry-san?”
He shot me a glare and shoved me playfully on the arm.
“I'm kidding! See, just kidding! Haha,” I laughed.
He scoffed and said, “So you sing?”
I smiled. “Yeah. I love to practice new songs.”
“Can I listen?”
I blinked twice. “What? To me sing?”
Ichigo nodded. I turned to the radio and press rewind, then play. The song beats began to play and Ichigo was surprised. 
“You speak Spanish?”
“Yep. Very fluent with the language. Love the spanish songs they play here.”

Richi PeƱa
Chino y Nacho
Esta cancion naciĆ³ de un pensamiento
Es AsĆ­
Y yo solo pienso en ti
Mi niƱa bonita
Mi amor
Oyee
Tu reconoces un hig cuando lo oyes
Ichigo's head moved with the beat.

Lo que siento por ti
Es ternura y pasiĆ³n
TĆŗ me has hecho sentir
Que hay en mi corazĆ³n
Tanto amoooor
Tanto amoor

I was amazed. Nel have a really nice voice. She speaks Spanish so well.

Yo nacĆ­ para ti
Y tĆŗ tambiĆ©n para mĆ­
Y ahora sƩ que morir es tratar de vivir
Sin tu amoor
Sin tu amoor

I can see why Nel loves Spanish music. The beat is awesome.

Mi niƱa bonita mi dulce princesa
Me siento en las nubes cuando tĆŗ me besas
Y siento que vuelo mƔs alto que el cielo
Si tengo de cerca el olor de tĆŗ pelo
Mi niƱa bonita brillante lucero
Te queda pequeƱa la frase Te Quiero
Por eso mis labios te dicen te amo
Cuando estamos juntos mƔs nos enamoramos

I have a habit of dancing while singing. Soon, I was dancing to the sing. I pulled on Ichigo's hand, signaling him to dance with me. He smiled and started to dance.

AquĆ­ hay amoor
AquĆ­ hay amoor
AquĆ­ hay amoor amor
AquĆ­ hay amoor amor
AquĆ­ hay hay hay hay hay hay amor
Ichigo twirl me around. I smiled and intertwined our fingers together.

Este amor que como espuma sube
Que cuando te tomo de la mano por el parque
Camino en las nubes
Parece mentira que ya no recuerdo nada
Cuando solo estuve
Nada se podrĆ” comparar
Con algo tan especial
Nada se compara con lo nuestro mi vida
Le agradezco al tiempo
Que me ha demostrado que las cosas buenas llegan
En cualquier momento
Yo no imaginaba que conocerĆ­a
AlgĆŗn dĆ­a este sentimiento
Un amor puro y natural
Digno de admirar
(Digno de admirar princesa)
My face tainted pink when Nel took ahold of my hands. I brought her closer to me.

Un amor de fantasĆ­a, lleno de romance y alegrĆ­a
De bello detalle cada dĆ­a
Nena quiƩn lo dirƭa
Que algĆŗn dĆ­a yo me enamorarĆ­a
Y que sin tu amor no vivirĆ­a
Como sabia que esto pasarĆ­a
Que ibas a ser mĆ­a
Y que yo querrĆ­a
Amarte por siempre mi niƱa bonita

I guess she didn't mind me getting close. I saw her smile while she continued singing. I smiled along with her.

Mi niƱa bonita mi dulce princesa
Me siento en las nubes cuando tĆŗ me besas
Y siento que vuelo mƔs alto que el cielo
Si tengo de cerca el olor de tĆŗ pelo

Mi niƱa bonita brillante lucero
Te queda pequeƱa la frase Te Quiero
Por eso mis labios te dicen te amo
Cuando estamos juntos mƔs nos enamoramos
AquĆ­ hay amoor
(mi niƱa bonita)
AquĆ­ hay amoor
(mi niƱa bonita)
AquĆ­ hay amoor amor
AquĆ­ hay amoor amor
AquĆ­ hay hay hay hay hay hay amor

We were dancing so close to each other, but I didn't mind; I wanted Ichigo to hear me sing.

Desde este momento no podrĆ”s sacarte esta canciĆ³n de tĆŗ cabeza


The beat started to slow down as the song was near its end.

Chino Y Nacho
Mi NiƱa Bonita
TĆŗ y Ćŗnicamente tĆŗ
Mi NiƱaa Boniiitaa!
MƔs nah
I pressed “stop” on the radio and plopped myself on the floor. Ichigo sat next to me.

“Wow, you're amazing...” I heard Ichigo say.
“Well, you know what they say, 'Practice makes perfect.'”
“Hey, I wanna ask you something,” said Ichigo as he turned to face me.
“Yeah?”
“What does “Mi Nina Bonita” means?”
I blushed when he said that.
“Well... in english, it means “My Pretty Girl”...” I said, looking out the window.
“You know... you're my nina bonita...”
I snapped my head back to Ichigo and he was smiling at me. He lean forward toward me. Our noses almost touch.
---BLAM---
“ICHIGO!!! WHAT DID I SAY? YOU CAN'T HAVE SEX ON THE FLOOR!! YOU'LL MESS IT UP!!”
Our heads jerked back and stared at Isshin at the doorway. A vein appeared on Ichigo's forehead.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? AND KNOCK BEFORE YOU ENTER, YOU IDIOT!”

I was still blushing at what Isshin said. I heard a crash and then the sound of yelling, cursing, and someone falling.

“Oh god. They're at it again...”

The song is called “Mi Nina Bonita” by Chino Y Nacho.
Yay for IchigoxNel :D !!!




You Run Away...

I ran.
I couldn't handle it.
I should've stayed and slap Ichigo across the face for kissing Rukia, I couldn't
I guess it's because Sonic left me and I didn't want Ichigo to leave me.
That probably traumatized my heart.
You run away
You could turn and stay
But you run away from me
I ran out of the club and into the streets.
I must have kept my sense of directions intact because when I looked up, I was in front of my house.
I tried to be your brother
You cried and ran for cover
I slammed the front door and went to my room. Tears clouded my eyes as I stumbled up the staircase. I stood in my doorway.
I made a mess, who doesn't
I did my best but it wasn't enough
I glanced at the picture frame with Ichgio and me. But I knew that was a bad idea because tears swelled up in my eyes again. I slid down to the floor and hugged my knees. For the second time in my life, I cried.
You run away
You could turn and stay
But you run away from me
Why?
Why does this always happen to me?
I just wanted to disappear, maybe someone could finally notice me if I left. I noticed a glass vase sitting next the picture frame. Next thing you know, the vase on the ground, smashed into broken pieces. Before I can control myself, I reached to grab the biggest shard.
I'll give you something you can cry about
On thing you should try it out
Hold a mirror shoulder high
When you're older look you in the eye
When you're older look you in the eye
-DING-DONG-
I stopped just before the glass hit my stomach. Wait, what was I doing? I dropped the glass and stared at my hands. Crimson dripped from my hands to the carpet.
-DING-DONG-
I rushed downstairs and stood at the front door.
I tried but you tried harder
I lied but you lied smarter
You made me guess who was it
I did my best but it wasn't enough
Just when I was about to open the door, I remember the blood on my hands. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. I clean myself up and walked back to the door. I opened it and my eyes widen a bit.
You run away
You could turn and stay
But you run away from me
“T-Toshiro...?”
He looked from the ground to me with his icy turquoise eyes.
“Dawn? Are you okay?”
I blinked and forced out a smile, “I'm great, why do you ask?”
“I saw you left the club in a hurry and I wondered if you were okay,” he said, his eyes never leaving mines.
“Well, I'm okay, just a little tired, that's all,” I said with a short laugh. Toshiro frowned.
“Stop doing that.”
I stopped laughing and stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You're lying to me.”
I nearly gasped. How can he read me like that?! 
“I don't know what you're talking about...” I said, looking away. Toshiro sighed and took a step closer until we were only a foot apart. He grabbed my hands as he continued to stare me down.
“What's wrong?”
You run away (I tried to be your brother)
You could turn and stay (You cried and ran for cover)
But you run away from me ( I made a mess, who doesn't I did my best but it wasn't enough)
“Nothing...”
My eyes were getting cloudy again.
“Nothing...”
I casted my head down and placed it on his chest.
“N-Nothing...”
I didn't want to cry, but I did. I felt a hand comfort my head. My tears stared to fall like the rain right now. I always wonder why does rain fall...? Is it because I was crying? If it's that reason, then the rain understands how I feel.
But that's not something to cry about
A pair of strong yet gentle hands picked me up, bridal style. I had my eyes closed, but I knew it was Toshiro. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my house, in front of the bathroom. Toshiro set me on my feet and caressed my cheek.
“You must be cold,” he whispered, “Why don't you take a bath?”
I blushed as I nodded.
It's not something to lie about
The water was hot when I settle myself in. I didn't even bother taking off my clothes and I just sat in the water like that. Cold. Wet. And Sad. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the tile ahead. A knock came on the door.
“Dawn, everything's okay?”
I didn't answer and the door opened. Toshiro slowly walked in, probably waiting for my reaction. But I didn't mind, I just kept staring at the tiles. He sat next to the tub and rested his head on the wall behind him.
“I'm sorry...” I heard him say.
“It's okay,” I mumbled.
You run away (I tried to be your brother)
You could turn and stay (You cried and ran for cover)
But you run away from me ( I made a mess, who doesn't I did my best but it wasn't enough)
A faint smile appeared on my face.
“Thank you, though, for staying with me...”

//END//

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Important issue today!


To me, the biggest issue in America is poverty. People in poverty are constantly struggling just to live everyday. Sometimes they resort to doing stupid stuff to try and escape the cycle of poverty and they are labeled criminals when their intentions are good. They try to look out for each other and are constantly spit upon. Even as kids, they are usually growing up without parent or in one-parent homes, which causes serious psychological issues. Add to that, they can’t afford nice things and because of that, even getting hired for a good paying job can be almost impossible.
     To stop poverty, we need to recognize our shared humanity. The U.S. is a pluralistic society, a society of different diversity and culture and we forget that we are not the only ones who need help. People from other countries need our partisanship as well. We need to educate ourselves before we take drastic measures on this matter. Our community needs to assemble a coalition to address the public agenda on poverty to the mass media. That way, more people would help donate or volunteer at a shelter of some sort.
     If we do these little things, the world would find its way back on its feet. People in other countries would have a decent job, some kind of health care for their family, and food to last a whole week. When that happens, the economy would get better and we would be able to have decent imported items and not infected ones.
    
     

School more interesting!


First, we need to ask the school what do they want to change. We need the public opinion of the school and decide what to do next. The students have the right to suffrage for what they want. Peer groups also influence a teen’s behavior and if their friends say they’re going to ditch school, well the teen is going to do it too. We need to create more creative ideas to at least engage students into the learning of any class.
     Some of the ideas I have are that teens have an interest in always seeing bright and colorful pictures in literacy. It always captures their attention and it would probably work. Also, teachers should consider and thoroughly analyze their own classroom approach. Rather than just talking and teaching a boring lesson, teachers should make the classroom material relevant to students’ lives.  This does not mean that they should teach entire lessons about American Idol or Twilight. Rather, teachers should get to know their students and their interests and incorporate them here and there in their lessons in a way that abides by the curriculum time frame and guidelines. That would probably make school a whole lot better.
     Finally, teachers should keep a journal or notebook detailing the successes and failures of each lesson. If a lesson was a great success and achieved its targets, then teachers should document why it did. At the same time, if the lesson failed miserably, teachers should note why it did not achieve that day’s goals. But before we could do that, we need to do a sample, so we know it works for sure.

Dress Code: Good or Bad


     Dress code is not a new issue. The issue has been around as long as we as human beings started wearing clothing. Some say that dress code is ridiculous just because it includes wearing uniform. To me, the dress code is necessary in many ways. First of all, the dress code addresses professionalism. According to the website, www.articles base.com, some say that a child in a uniform is more likely to take school seriously. Dr. Alan Hilfer, a senior psychologist in the Children’s and Adolescent Unit at Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn says, “Uniforms do eliminate competition, pressure, and assaults perpetrated by older kids on younger kids for their sneakers and other possessions. They also allow some kids to focus better, especially in the lower grades.
     Uniforms reduces fighting and violence. School report that school uniforms decreases fighting out of arguments over fashionable clothes. There are children out there who are sensitive about others making fun of what they were. Children thinks if they don’t have name brand clothes, they are not “cool”. The website, www.suite101.com/comtent/dress-codes-and-school-a5232, showed studies that the fact is that some students were missing school because they didn’t have “cool” clothes to wear or one pair of jeans that was “cool” was too wet to wear to school.
     If uniforms were enforced, there would be fewer distractions. According to www.articlesbase.com, many parents believe that students wearing school uniforms look nicer and that a school uniform policy ensures that children will come to school in appropriate clothing, avoiding distractions such as fads considered to be outlandish or overly revealing. Some students believe going to school is like going to endless fashion show. School is for learning, not for showing off your belly or your underwear.
     Uniforms also promote good discipline. Many think that school uniforms help maintain school disciple, decreasing the amount of discipline problems. Teachers do not need to remind to the student to pull up his pants or cover your cleavage. That is disrupting instructional time and there are some students who are planning to go to college so they need that learning time.

TV Violence


     Television is a powerful influence on the society we live in. An average American child watches three to four of television daily. But unfortunately, today’s television programming have some kind of violence in them. This kind of violence can affect our society, especially our children and teenagers.
     Some kids think violence on the television is cool and awesome, but they are sadly mistaken. Hundreds of studies have been made and it said that kids, “Become ‘immune’ or numb to the horror of violence, gradually accept violence as a way to solve problems, imitate the violence they observe on television; and identify with certain characters, victims and/or victimizers.”
     Now, children that watch television violence are said to get aggressive. Children that tend to watch single violence program can imitate what they saw on the television. Children that is repeatedly exposed to violence and gore on the television can get Mean World Syndrome, believing that the real world is mean and dangerous as it appears so often to be on television.
     A study was researched at Pennsylvania state University nursery school about the kinds of television programs children watch to see the influence of their levels of aggression and sensitivity. The study was based on aggressive behavior. “Three groups of children were each given a short-term diet of different television programs. One group watched either “Batman” or “Superman” cartoons. A second group was shown “Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood,” and a third viewed neutral programs with neither violence nor pro-social messages. They watched their respective programs for one-half hour a day, three days a week, over a four-week period.
     Children who watched “Batman” and “Superman” cartoons were found to be more physically active. They were more likely to get into fights with one another, play roughly, break toys, and snatch toys from others. The children who watched “Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood,” however, were more likely to play in a cooperative manner. They were more likely to spontaneously offer to help the teacher and engage in “positive peer counseling”-- showing kindness, sensitivity, and concern for others.
     Those children who watched neutral programming were neither more aggressive nor more helpful.” This study shows evidence that children that watch violent television increased their aggression on other children and that children that watched positive programs learns to behave, have sensitivity, and cooperation. Even adults get more aggressive. A study showed that student at 30 years old was found a relationship between early television viewing and arrest and conviction for violent crimes, including spousal abuse, child abuse, murder, and aggravated assault.
     Parents need to watch what their child is watching now a day to television. They need to limit the amount of time they spend on the television, point out that the actors are actually hurt or killed, change the channel or turn off the TV set when offensive material comes on, with an explanation of what is wrong with the program, and disapprove of the violent episodes in front of the children.  These facts will definitely help the child improve on their behavior and additude.

"Describe a person who is especially interesting."

They called him Mouse because he loved cheese and he'd bring a large piece of cheese to work instead of a lunch box, cheese and a beer. He walked everywhere he went and he'd never get into a car or a bus. If it was too far for him to walk then it wasn't somewhere that he was supposed to go, in his opinion. I saw him walking through the village each day when I was a child. He had muscle ticks and his head was nodding back and forth and to the sides as he walked, making him look like the pigeons that strutted around the square. He was a tiny man too, short and skinny, and he'd wear a gray jacket that was too big for him. In the winter he'd wear a hat with ear flaps and they'd flap up and down as he nodded his head. It took many years before I could understand why they called him Mouse and not Pigeon. 

On Friday evenings he'd come to visit my grandfather and have a beer while they talked about the week that had passed. He'd enter the house and then knock on the kitchen door greeting us with a stuttered "Blessings to all in the house!" He'd take his jacket off and fold it and put it on the stool by the stove before he sat on it. If it was cold weather he'd put his hat and gloves on the edge of the stove to warm them. He'd pull his fingers through his red hair making it stand right up and then he'd wait for my grandmother to serve him coffee and a cheese sandwich. While he was waiting he'd stomp his foot as he was following the rhythm of a melody that we couldn't hear, and now and then he'd make a clicking noise with his tongue. He'd thank my grandmother, drink the coffee, eat the cheese and feed the bread to the dog when he thought that no one was looking. 

When he had finished eating he started talking. The worlds would jump out of his mouth in an irregular way with random
click noises now and then while his foot was tapping some sort of rhythm. The hair that was standing right up on his head would sway back and forth as he nodded, making me think of dry straws on a field on a windy day. He'd start by telling storiesthat children could hear and then he'd give me money and ask me to run to the store and buy him tobacco. I knew that I was missing out on things and I'd run the fastest that I could to get back. 

When I got back both he and my grandfather would have opened a beer and they'd slowly and thoughtfully fill their pipes with the tobacco and smoke in silence for a while. My grandmother would put me to work helping her to make dinner, I'd stand on my toes on a small stool by the bench next to the stove, with my ears fixed on Mouse and what he'd tell us next. When he had gotten both beer and smoke he'd start adding whistling noises to his speech too. 

"I saw a bear :click: when I was walking :click: home today! It was a :click: young one ::whistles:: and he went down the hill ::whistles:: by old Betty's house. :stomps foot: :clicks: :whistles:"
His head nodding up and down back and forth as he looked at me to see if I was listening. 
"No good :click: for little girls :click: to be out alone :whistles: these days. :stomps:"

I knew he was trying to scare me, all the adults did, if it wasn't bears then it was trolls in the well or monsters in the lake. I always played along since it was part of the game, and I told him that I never left the yard alone. He'd nod his head even more and tell me that I was a good girl, and move on to tell funnier stories that made us all laugh. 
When the dinner was done we'd politely invite him to eat with us and he'd politely tell us that he couldn't that day, but maybe the next time, then he'd walk back out into the village. 

He was a wonderful, caring, loving man that never did any harm and always was ready to help others. Still people would avoid him or even be a bit scared of him. I loved his stories and I still remember the smell of the smoke from his pipe. He was killed in an accident at his work when he was no more than 50 years old. I wish that I had been older while he was alive so that I could remember his wonderful stories better.